Voren was not afraid.
To him, Battal had only dug his own grave, had sealed his own fate with his arrogance and his greed. After all, every leader wanted to protect his subjects, and it wasn't different for Voren.
Every decision he made, every battle he fought, every drop of blood he spilled was for them. Pure protective resolve burned steady and unbreakable in his chest.
His greatest fear was something happening to Seraphine and the pups in this war, so taking down Battal to end it was the best option, the only option, the path that would lead them all to safety. Pure determination left no room for hesitation.
His claws elongated, and he scratched his wrist, allowing a few drops of blood to fall to the ground, the crimson staining the earth as a solemn vow.
